Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Korea North and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing La Düsseldorf to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Count Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Groovy Waters,
Cecil Taylor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Star Department,
The Trojans,
Delta 5,
Darondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris Corsano,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Infiniti,
DJ Style,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
FM Einheit,
Khruangbin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Outsiders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
China Crisis,
Tears for Fears,
Mad Mike,
Slick Rick,
Duran Duran,
Grey Daturas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eli Mardock,
Bob Dylan,
Soul II Soul,
Vladislav Delay,
The Standells,
Jawbox,
Royal Trux,
Bluetip,
The Martian,
Scientists,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reagan Youth,
Altered Images,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
D'Angelo,
Sound Behaviour,
Tom Boy,
Procol Harum,
Faust,
Quando Quango,
Rites of Spring,
Skaos,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.